To live asleep in memory
I have forgotten the reason why
Mold of hands begins to dissolve
Tell me who is to blame
To live asleep in memory
I have forgotten the reason why

The air rolls through me
Only to cultivate fog
We're smothered with blackened lungs--
An internal smog

Have you ever known fear?
Have you ever felt fault?
Have you ever felt something?
Did you ever seem lost?

There is no one here, and I am hidden
There is someone here, and I am not
There is no one here, and I am hidden

We still wait for someone, and the mold is cracked
It's a long line to ponder, and there is no turning back

Have you ever known fear?
Have you ever felt fault?
Have you ever felt something?
Did you ever seem lost?

Two faces appear before my eyes
One I don't know but I should
Looking past all the obvious
Just to see lines that can't be crossed

Dictate a presence
Lines carved with dirt and oil
Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay
Will I ever be permitted back to a time when I knew who I was
Will I ever see past all the things I wish I could forget

Shards of glass inflictions jab into muscle and skin
No tone like the present, the flow of nothing begins
Today we'll start with a shortened breath
Until we breach the end of it
A child yawns, an adult cries
There's laughter in ignorance
We wonder why
Tired times, exhausted wishes
Bones crack, and we are weak

Fractured images, decaying lines
Cannot cross, fading signs

Dictate a presence
Lines carved with dirt and oil
Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay

Blank eyes - no emotion
Glassy stare - loathing mind
Apathetic attitude
Pills fall from the sky
We have our mouths open
Can't think unclouded
Too late to go back
All thoughts are controlled

Every word scrawled makes sense right now
Even though I'm too tired to read
Every sound scrambled is in tune right now
Even though I'm too tired to listen

The more I see, the more I believe that this is shit I ascribe to nothing
Back roads lead to the same place as roads more traveled
It's just a different view I never thought that I could get lost

Train of thought is derailed, tracks no longer exist
Stop signs sway, views are blurred
Standing up feels like sitting down
It no longer matters who you are or what you are doing
It no longer matters
Reality goes right up and crashes right down
Crashing down

Darting eyes and whispers revolve around me
Arms painted yellow and black
Tied them down, held me back
Question eternal silence when there's a knock on the door
You say my time is now, I say no - the time now is mine

Hear the cold air frozen, see the tainted sound
Corners round out numbers
There is no reason found, it'll take everything
I have left to see you clearly without any doubt
It'll take everything I have left
The stabbing of this breath won't be the last
Motion and presence, darting eyes
Whispers stabbing this breath
No time, lost time, my time, this time

There's no recognition
Locked doors are now open, and I can see inside
But I shouldn't have turned the key
There's no definition
For what was once unknown will be forever etched
Corners rounding out numbers
There's no recognition

Welcome mats to an abandoned life
A mailbox with too many numbers
A package sent and returned
A message without meaning
Try to turn it off
Too few words to express
Lonely even with company
Circumstance of knowing nothing else

Looking for deception where it doesn't exist
Exposing myths at every chance
Disqualify what should matter
Try to turn it off
Too few few words to express
Lonely even with company
Circumstance of knowing nothing else

Lost for words of any respect
Can forgive but won't forget
Beat down, but my head is still up high
Pride intact but sore inside
Don't recognize my own reflection
Not open to any suggestions
I'm content with what I have
Look back and try to laugh

I owe you nothing
I take very little
I would love nothing more than to swallow the fists of your fortune
I won't be dragged kicking or screaming, I owe you nothing, I take very little

Throat is raw - blank recollection, many miles of separation
Same night as the one before
Won't complain - it's my own choice
I'm content with what I have
Look back and try to laugh
Shake your head on the way down
We're all stuck at the bottom line

Fogged windows
Tattered panes
Beneath the surface
Hear the rain
Forget what's gone
It's in the past
You're future notice:
Make it last

Dragged through sunken earth
Eyes closed from birth
Tightened grip
Hold the strain
Tightened grip
Drowned in vain

Too late to assume
Dragged through
Too late to assume

Friend or foe - some days are both
Eyes closed from birth
Lie and truth - some are never told
Eyes closed from birth
Right or wrong - I choose the latter
Eyes closed from birth
Kneel down and listen to the ground
Eyes closed from birth

Fogged windows
Shattered panes
Beneath the surface
Hear the rain
To be broken
To be in doubt
To be withdrawn
To be without

Cave in to atrophy
Air is tight and gray
Rust is apparent
Spectacles of wear
Acid in the air

Every minute gets shorter
Everyday goes by faster
Shatter the clock
Time still moves
The mirror tells no lies

Anyway, it's everywhere
What goes up this time stays
Rolling eyes in the back of my head
See something paranoia gives

The hourglass will not be turned
It's not enough but too much
Time may heal, but it also takes molds
Fresh might as well be stale

These are no longer childish promises
Nor the hope of escaping old age or death
I am not a prisoner of my own reason

Oak trees at night are hiding places for those who can't sleep
Writing in parking lots with nothing to buy
Empty stores and overgrown grass
Picture postcard of America
Raindrops look like spider webs by the street lamp tonight

I can remember no farther back than this
I contrived to purge my mind
No farther back than this I thought of looking for the key
No farther back than this - For a door with no lock
No farther back than this

In this sunlight, night rolls through my eyes
I saw a sea of flames and smoke in the sky
They don't hear me; they are phantoms
Hallucinations without number
They don't hear me; they are phantoms
Nightmare and sleep in a nest of flames
Night becomes invisible - invisibly clear

Running in circles over and over again

Inspiration is is hard to find when everything feels wrong
Countless hours speed by - mostly wasted and few remembered
Every action is a consequence
Drop out and believe
Constant puzzles to fill the void
There really aren't any answers
Just endless riddles
Dreams and sub conscience haunt
Knowing something you can't awake
Same old shit another day

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